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im-trying-guys · 3 months
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Listen you can dislike any ship you want but please don’t come out here saying sonadow is a proship please tell me y’all know what cryosleep is
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aboveweirdest · 11 days
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I may have a fucked up taste in men, but at least i'm not throwing heart eyes at a guy who threatened to play with my bones if i don't save an orphanage
VASH 👀👀👀
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qeyond · 1 year
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First kiss <3
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lovecoredeity · 3 months
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behold, my thought process with planning redesigns/character designs (it’s all just mindless rambling)
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wispforever · 2 years
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thinking about how kakuzu and hidan have both died hundreds of times
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alitan99 · 3 months
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Guys. I have the flu, send help 😭
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nateezfics · 7 months
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Leaving this here and running away like the menace I am.
you just leave me in ruins like this huh 🥲
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fella-lovin-fella · 2 months
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i accidentally took all of my meds at once this morning bc i wasnt paying attention and i was like "shit that sucks" but i forgot one was supposed to be taken with food and i took it on an empty stomach and COFFEE. i have been painfully nauseous for an hour and a half and am currently slowly eating spaghetti on the floor curled up in a ball 🤙 please god dont let this become an actual medical issue bc im unobservant and silly
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eyluvu · 2 months
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Fucking hell I forgot abt the ITCHINESS
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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year
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It's been a hot minute. Let's have a story:
The first thing that warner Bucky that something was wrong was how quietly the front door of their apartment closed.
Steve never slammed the door, true, but his patience for the outside world immediately ran out as soon as he stepped inside the home they'd built together, and was always eager to cut it off with a very audible *snap*.
This time, Bucky had no clue Steve was back until the sound of the deadbolt being carefully turned echoed through the room.
The next clue was the slowness that Steve walked with, like every step was through knee-deep molasses. None of the hurrying to remove societal trappings and don comfort. None of the scurrying to find his Bubba and gush about the dogs he saw, or the new painting idea he got on the bus, or just plain eagerness to kiss and touch and see the one he loved.
Something was *wrong*.
And this was confirmed as Bucky stepped out of the bedroom and found Steve, halfway through the living room, staring at his feet, and watching the water drip from the bottom of his pants onto the rug.
The blond lifted his face, cheeks hollow, eyes lost and bruised looking. "I forgot to take off my shoes," his voice wavered and cracked through lips that trembled. "I made a mess. I-I'm sorry, Bear. I--"
He hiccuped out a sob and Bucky swooped in, pulling Steve's bag off his shoulder and dropping it where they stood. Pressing a kiss to Steve's forehead, he quickly ushered his boyfriend into the bathroom and started the shower before turning back to help Steve, who was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
He had no idea how Steve ended up soaked from his ribs to his toes; the rainstorm from last night had petered out in the early hours of the morning, finally allowing Steve to get some rest, as the pressure and temperature changes had made his knees and wrists ache horribly as well as aggravating his lungs.
That didn't matter, though. All that mattered were the tears tracking silently down his lover's cheeks as Bucky knelt to unlace his shoes and unbuckle his belt, pulling everything off with a practiced motion.
He pushed to his feet and gave Steve another quick kiss. "Get in and get warm," he urged. "I'm gonna go make you some toast and tea, okay?"
Steve hiccuped again, "Peanut butter and honey on the toast? P-please?"
Bucky's heart broke, and he nodded. "And agave syrup in the tea. I love you."
"Love you, Buck."
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As soon as Steve was settled on his shower chair, Bucky rushed through the apartment. He shoved Steve's towel, the couch blanket, and one of his own sweatshirts into the dryer and set the timer for 15 minutes, put their kettle on and prepped Steve's favorite mug with some blood orange tea and agave syrup. He pulled out the peanut butter and honey for the toast, and stabbed at his phone until soft instrumental music started flowing from the speakers around the living room.
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As soon as the dryer timer beeped, Bucky set the toast cooking and the tea steeping, bundled the deliciously warm laundry into his arms, deposited the blanket back on the couch, and went to retrieve Steve, who hadn't moved, even as the water started to cool.
Steve remained silent and unresisting as Bucky dried him with the warm towel, though his eyes fluttered in pleasure and he sighed heavily as Bucky slipped the sweatshirt over his head, tugging it down until it settled in place, brushing his knees and hanging over his fingertips.
Bucky sat him down on the couch with another forehead kiss, tucking the blanket around his legs with the promise of a quick return. Steve snuggled down more fully as he watched Bucky assemble tea and toast with bleary eyes.
Holding the toast in one hand and the tea in another, Bucky sat beside Steve and gently encouraged his to relax back onto his chest, handing off the mug as soon as Steve was leaning against him, freeing his hand to pull him even closer and offer the toast as needed.
Steve sniffled softly as he was cradled and kisses were rained down on the back and side of his head. Slowly, quietly, he spoke of his sleepless night, the lingering pain in his joints from the storm, his overburdened workload, his dropped afternoon coffee, the unseen puddle at the bus stop that drenched him, and a thousand other little things that would have been nothing normally, but felt like nothing but unending punches to his spirit today.
And Bucky held him, fed him toast, wiped away the peanut butter at the corner of his lips, kissed his temple, murmured his empathy and his love over and over until Steve gently slipped into sleep with the whispered words:
"I'm so proud of you. You did it. You made it through. And you never have to do today again. I love you."
And Steve, even in his sleep, knew it was true.
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sarayu-sunrays · 9 months
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hi bhagwan,,, do you think i can unsubscribe from this life package?? what do you mean cancellation fee??? what???
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tortureandtickles · 3 days
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“don’t you dare fucking move”
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blistering-typhoons · 12 days
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having radio mary watson (neé morstan) feelings
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oneguardian15 · 9 months
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anyone wanna be mutuals or talk? or just send me a pic of their cat even? i had to give up a kitten yesterday (to hopefully get him into a good home, but he was my buddy and i miss him so much. i have other cats but i’m just taking his loss really hard. i hope whoever adopts him takes good care of him.) and i had a bad day at work today on top of it and i’m actually miserable. i’ve just been sitting in my car bawling for like a half hour and i’m having trouble stopping.
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ofcowardiceandkings · 9 months
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i need to go the fuck to sleep but my brain is being a little bitch about it
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elquacktism · 2 months
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FEEL LIKE SHIT!!!!!!
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